Grampa and Luke are sitting side by side on the floor in Luke's room, tossing a number of small toys into a large plastic bin. Luke suddenly and inexplicably performs a wild combination cartwheel/flip manoeuver from his seated position, which ends with the child rearing back and smashing the top of his very hard head into his grandfather's face.
Grampa (clutching his glasses and the area around one of his eyes): Ow!
Luke: What's wrong, Grampa?
Grampa: Ow, my eye. Is it bleeding?
Luke (looking with concern at Grampa's eye): I don't think so, Pa.
Grampa continues to explore the area around his eye gingerly with the tips of his fingers. Luke watches him.
Luke: Are you okay, Pa?
Grampa: Yes, I'm okay.
Luke: Are you sure, Pa?
Grampa: I'm sure. I'm okay.
Luke: Poor Pa.
Luke continues to inquire solicitously after Grampa's health for the next ten minutes while they finish tidying up the toys. Then:
Luke: That was really silly, wasn't it, Pa?
Grampa: What was, Luke?
Luke: When you rammed your glasses into my head.
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